Chapter 7

Dean

It was like watching a rabbit's brain jump around right in front of us.

"Tell him about your interests if you want, but don't get too graphic. Brady sounds like a sweet kind of little and he might not like to hear about your people getting eaten." I'd overheard a lot of weird stuff but I wasn't sure I'd ever heard him kill anyone during playtime.

"And to be honest, I don't think the sex toys part shocked him, but from what we've heard about his roommates, they might be more innocent." How they could be innocent when they both were dating the guy downstairs who laughed all the time, I'd never understand.

But they were all weirdly innocent…just not about kinky stuff.

"I won't be graphic, Daddy." Joel wasn't very subtle as he ignored the parts he didn't want to hear, but he was tired and seemed to have had a long day. "I was very nice to people today, though."

I wasn't sure his conversational victims would've agreed with that, but I didn't think arguing with him was necessary.

"How did the guy who wants to date you take it?" Tate was just grinning like the whole thing was hilarious. "Did he understand what a sub was?"

Joel's silence had Tate barely holding back laughter.

It stretched out for so many seconds I thought Tate would pass out from lack of oxygen, but eventually Joel sighed. "I think so? I'm going to have to go back through that conversation, though. He understood I have two Doms, so I'm going to say he understood enough."

It sounded like he understood just enough to be confused.

"I told him about how hard it was to find a Dom and that I was demi. He might have to look that up, though. He was staring kind of blankly when I got to that part, so I explained it a bit. Oh, and I told him about the frat guys who drink and play board games. Restaurant guy seems like the type to board game without a serious relationship."

Somehow Joel managed to make that sound like he thought the guy was a slut without actually saying or meaning it.

I could one hundred percent guarantee Joel didn't care who slept with who or when they slept with them. He didn't understand casual sex but he didn't think badly about it. He just thought people were weird.

Tate was back to nearly giving himself a stroke he was holding in so much laughter, so I decided the next part of the conversation was up to me. "If he ends up having questions, I'm sure you'll be nice about answering them, right?"

My tone had him sighing but he nodded without giving me too much pushback. "Yes, I won't be a pain in the ass about it as long as he understands he has to ask out someone else."

"Deal." I wasn't asking for miracles. "And you'll ask for reinforcements when dealing with Brady?"

I could almost hear Joel rolling his eyes even though I couldn't see his face. "Yes, Daddy."

He was such a brat.

But Tate obviously thought he was a highly entertaining brat.

"I know I'm missing a few other things about your day that I should be commenting on." And probably telling him to behave about too. "But you've had such an interesting day, I'm just going to ask if there's anything you want to talk about."

That seemed like the safer way to handle it, but I was slightly surprised when Joel took so long to think.

I shouldn't have been.

"There's something else after that, isn't there, Daddy? Do I have chores? I don't want to do homework yet. I'm kinda cranky. But if I have to do something terrible, I can keep talking about my day." Joel didn't quite say it like it was a threat but it sounded that way to me.

Tate was holding his breath and shaking with silent laughter again…so he knew it'd been a threat too.

"You're very perceptive." Giving his butt another pat, I tried to keep my voice light and Daddy-ish. "But I don't think the way I was going to shift the conversation will be stressful to you and you don't have to move for it. No chores involved."

"That's good." Rocking his hips up and down, he made a happy sound as Tate gave it a firm smack, since oxygen wasn't required for it. "That's very good."

We were definitely losing him, so I decided not to beat around the bush even though it was painful. "I was telling Tate about our conversation earlier."

I paused even though I shouldn't have because it wasn't a question, but Joel simply made a soft hum. I wasn't sure if he remembered the conversation at all, so I kept going. "You mentioned that your mom wanted to talk to us about how we're going to handle the physical stuff when it's just two of us home at a time. Tate and I were talking about that."

Kind of.

I wasn't sure if I'd really understood the conversation to begin with, but I'd done my best to explain the insanity to Tate.

"Oh, that's right." Joel sighed and wiggled his ass to beg for another spank. "She worries like you but she's thinking about all of us this time."

Great.

I'd gained another mother and this one wanted to help with my sex life.

"We spent some time talking about it and figuring out where we were about it." Yes, that sounded like a very grown-up way of describing it. "But now we wanted to hear what your thoughts were."

Joel made a quiet thinking sound that didn't come across as stressed. If anything, he sounded like he was ready to zone out in subspace or take a nap and my questions were the only thing keeping his brain going. "That makes sense."

Good.

Yes, that was good.

Was I supposed to be patient for the rest of the answer?

After about thirty seconds where Tate had to press his lips together and was nearly going cross-eyed with the pressure of holding back his laughter, Joel kept going like his brain hadn't just reset in the middle of the conversation. "I think I might not understand why she's concerned. I'm willing to admit that this might be a me thing, but I need you to explain it."

Oh.

Interesting.

Tate's head cocked and he finally lost his giggles as his brain started to whirl. "So she didn't explain what she was thinking about?"

Did that mean she thought it was obvious?

Was it actually about jealousy or would it tie into something like board games or who got to drink orange juice?

I was kind of afraid to ask, but Joel didn't need processing time for the new question. "No. She just made it sound like we were supposed to have already talked about it."

So she had been working off some kind of poly list she'd found online?

"Our best guess is that she's thinking…no…our best guess is that the question is about jealousy and what makes people in a relationship like this one worry." Tate's answer was the best way I could've thought to word it.

We had no idea what that woman was thinking, so I just waited to see if Joel would give us a clue. It was hard being patient.

But I'd learned that I didn't mind silence as long as I wasn't waiting for a strange answer to a complicated question.

Eventually I hoped we'd get to that point but we hadn't.

"Why would any of us be jealous?" Joel's question had Tate's head cocking again and I was probably looking just as confused. "We're special."

And special meant there was no room for jealousy?

Special meant that we couldn't get jealous?

There was definitely Joel logic in there somewhere, but I didn't immediately see it. I knew Tate was in the same boat when his comment made me shake my head. "We were confused about that too. We're all very special and so we're not going to worry about it. Sound good?"

What the fuck did that mean?

"Sure." Joel stretched out, arching his ass up in a cat-like bid for attention. "You can…hmm…you can tell me about your kisses and orgasms, though. That sounds like fun."

Fun?

His voice sounded like he was picking out an ice cream flavor at the grocery store, not describing sexual escapades.

"I think that would be fun too." Tate just accepted Joel's answer and didn't question it. "So just to make sure we're all on the same page when we talk to your mother…we're confident in our relationships and friendships. We're not going to restrict behaviors even when the third person isn't at home. We're also going to feel free to talk about what we do as factual information or as just something fun to talk about."

He made it sound so rational, I almost forgot how weird the whole conversation had been to get to that point.

"Sure." Joel made another soft moan as I squeezed one cheek. "I…I like conversations like this."

Because he was the center of attention.

Tate flashed me a grin before reaching down to spank Joel, earning a moan from the naughty boy. "I think this is a good way to talk through questions too."

They were both insane but it wasn't worth arguing over, so I just went back to giving my little attention whore what he wanted.

Joel made another happy sound like everything was right in his world before dropping another conversational bomb. "What are you going to tell her about sex?"

For fuck's sake.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, completely tapping out of that question.

Tate took a very deliberate deep breath, probably to stop himself from laughing, and eventually sounded like a Dom as he figured out a response. "You think she's going to have questions about the sexual side of our relationship in general or about penetrative sex specifically?"

There wasn't a clear winner, so I wasn't sure which one to hope for.

"Yes." Joel's sleepy-sounding response wasn't any help at all, but it came with another undulating wiggling that let him press his erection into my lap. It made my eyes open before I could even think about it. "Thank you."

That hadn't made any sense at all, but before I could point that out, Tate chuckled. "Try again. We need more words."

He had so much more patience for this nonsense than I did.

"But I need…" Joel wasn't paying a damned bit of attention as he rutted against us and whined. "I didn't get enough attention earlier. Daddy made me think."

This was not my fault.

Tate laughed, though. "I'm going to make you think too, but if you're a good boy, we'll find a fun way to let you come."

"Promise?" His needy tone was mostly about begging and looking cute, but Tate played along anyway.

"Yes, just be a good boy and we'll take care of you." Tate's words were tender but his grin was wicked. "Tell us what she's going to ask about."

They broke my brain.

"She's…I get an orgasm if I think, right?" Joel didn't seem to be fucking with us any longer, so I wasn't surprised when Tate gave him another firm pat.

"That's right." Giving Joel a rougher squeeze and another spank, Tate made a low, pleased sound. "Be my good boy."

I was at the point where I'd promise to be his good boy if it meant Joel would stop humping me. My dick was really confused about what we were doing and I was going to explode before Joel got out anything logical.

"I like being a good boy." Joel wasn't little but he was something because his words were not regular Joel. "I like orgasms too."

Tate had endless patience.

He kept teasing Joel and making happy sounds as he encouraged our nut to keep going. "I like giving you orgasms. I like spanking you too. Should we do that after you answer my question?"

Joel's head bobbed but he went still after a few seconds. "Question?"

God.

Tate shook but managed not to laugh even though it took him several long moments before he could get words out. "What about our sexual relationship does your mother have questions about? You said she was going to ask us something."

I was the one who was going to need a reward once we were done.

"Oh yeah…" Joel's stretching sounds were getting closer and closer to sounding like moans and my dick was begging to know what we were doing. "She's proud of us for using safewords and having conversations. I think I told you that. But she…but she said you guys might need more information before you fuck me. So she's going to check in with you."

Dead.

I was dead and had somehow ended up in hell.

What the fuck had I done to deserve this?

How could Tate keep laughing through all the insanity?

How were we going to get out of that conversation?

Tate…yes, Tate would handle this. He was the lead Dom and that meant he had certain responsibilities.

"I'm not doing a sexual questions check-in with his mother." Okay, that might've come out rude. "But I will thank her for worrying about us and wanting to make sure we don't have questions. I don't have questions. I just didn't want to rush you."

I was starting to think that'd been a bad idea, though, because somehow, it'd led us to anal sex conversations with his mother.

Yep, I was moving to Team Fuck Joel and I wasn't going to worry about anything else.